KIRA'S POV
I sat on the couch, my sleepy eyes fixed on the TV screen but my mind was all over the place. Actually I was thinking about something in particular, or should I say trying not to think about someone.
The sound of the key card chime drew my attention and I instantly looked back.
Speaking of the devil, I watched as Adrain walked into the living room and stood by the couch, his face unreadable. He was looking at the TV screen but I was sure he wasn't paying attention to it.
“His hair was messy, his usually perfect shirt was missing a few buttons, and he looked completely disheveled. What was going on with him?”
He didn't talk, or move. He just stood there like a statue, eyes glued to the screen.
Really?
Was this supposed to be another round of silence treatment?
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